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Jane was sitting at her table thinking dark thoughts about herself when the doorbell rang.  She cautiously looked though the peephole and viewed a pleasant looking dark skinned man with a package in her porch light.  Something about his appearance made her feel safe, so she opened the door.

The man introduced himself “Hello, I’m night demon Jerome here to help you.”  Jane started to laugh at this absurdity, but stopped as she saw Jerome change in appearance and get much larger.  The man or thing before her now was over seven feet tall, muscle bound with hair sticking out of his clothes.

Jerome apologized for his subterfuge and explained “I knew you wouldn’t have let me in if I came in my natural appearance, so I transformed.  Do not worry, I will not harm you, I know your problem, and will solve it for you.”

Jane couldn’t think of a rational response, so she said “Sure, my problem, you’d solve it.  First, what is my problem, how do you know what it is, and how will you solve it.”

“In the order that you asked:”

“You are a high level gymnast – made the Olympic team, in the Olympics and other tournaments, you’ve placed second or third, but never a first.  Because of the discipline required your menstrual cycle is messed up.  You’ve never had a serious romantic partner of either gender, and because of your appearance you are only hit up by perverts, mostly old males, who want sex with someone that looks like a prepubescent boy.”

“I found out by listening to you talking with other gymnasts about your problem.”

Jane interrupted “How did you do that?  I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”

“As a night demon, I can take several forms, as you should know.  During daytime, I disappear.”

“The package I brought in is the beginning of your new diet.  I learned that you will retire in a year at twenty-five.  While you follow my prescribed diet, your body will transform to that of a sexy mature female.  It will make gymnastics a bit more difficult, but you can still compete until retirement.”

“I thought of two more questions.  Why should I believe you and why are you doing this?”

“In order that you asked, again.”

“Isn’t it more likely that I’m telling the truth than that I could do the shape-shifting you observed?”

“I’m one of the good demons whose purpose is to bring sexual healing to deserving humans.  Not that we don’t enjoy our job.  We frequently treat ourselves and our projects to rapture.”

Jane wasn’t a believer yet, but she had a request which might convince her.  “Can you change back to the man I saw at the door?”  He did, and she said “Please hug me on your way out.”

Jerome complied and pressed against her body with his arms around her waist.  The heat of his body and the erection she felt through their clothes gave her a full body orgasm.  Fifteen minutes later, he was gone and she found herself dazed on the floor.

Around a year later, Jerome came back to visit Jane in the original form she had seen him.  The new Jane was a happy beauty.  Jerome told her “Looks like the diet worked.  You are radiant.  How about the romantic front?  Afraid I’m had too many other projects to check in.”

“There are two guys who are serious about me.  Joe is a baseball player who strikes out in bed sometimes, but when he is on, he hits home runs.  He swings a big bat.”  Jane chuckled at that.

He is really good about getting me warmed up.  We experimented a lot and we know where the hot spots are.  We are both into nipples and necks and some other places I don’t want to tell you about.”

“Ted is a Yoga instructor who is an expert at all of the best positions.  He can do a slow burn or white heat.”

Jerome smiled and said “Sounds like my work here is done.”

“Not until I’ve thanked you appropriately”.  Jane led Jerome to her bed.  After a couple of hours of moaning and groaning, and friction leading to fire, Jerome departed.  Jane woke up the next morning thinking about a decision between Joe and Ted and whispered “Thanks Jerome”.

                                                                    The End

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